Christmas Cards

I had an interesting Christmas. It wasn’t bad. I went to church Christmas eve then went to a friend’s house to eat crablegs and brisket and play cards until the wee hours of the morning, as that is when cards are best played. My friend Harry entertained us with his version of “The bear necessities” from Jungle Book complete with several verses and some back-scratching action as well, (the fact that he is built quite a bit like Balu only enhanced the image) We are still laughing! Then Christmas day I did the un-thinkable. I invited my mom and step-dad and my dad and his girlfriend to dinner. I also invited Harry as a buffer. Partially this insanity was to avoid having to feel like I had to go two places and eat two meals. I made a roast and potatoes. Everyone brought the rest so it worked out well. My mom asked that we play cards so we would have something to occupy our time. So we played cards. Mom’s daring side came out and she went set several times, and took her partner Harry down with her. Later she called and made a comment about how she hoped Harry wasn’t too mad about losing because of her. I said I didn’t think he cared about winning that much. He told me later he had a good time, and I think we all did. The best part for me was setting my dad three times in a row…

In other exciting news, we get to wear blue jeans and “book” tee-shirts at work on Thursdays if we have “book” T shirts. Otherwise we have to wear slacks (or in my case probably colored jeans because they don’t make too many “slacks” with a long inseam). I don’t have a lot in the way of “book” shirts but I got approval to wear a kick-ass jersey (once I get it bought) which has Vonnegut across the shoulders and the number “5.” They also had “Poe 13” (because his wife was 13 when they married and “Thorou [except they spelled it right]23” because he was 23 when he went to live on Walden Pond, and a bunch of others. I love the inside joke! novel-t.com

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I follow what you’re getting at, about feeling “trained” by the abuser to actright no matter what. Mary had a lot of those mannerisms, and it was so ingrained, she wasn’t even conscious of them. I’m glad you’re finding safe space to stretch out in. Good for you !

I have missed a whole lot – the entire “who gets the kids for Christmas” round. I’m sorry. I would have liked to have been there for you (virtually speaking). I think you should most definitely stressing the DRINKING and the ALCOHOL PROBLEM and the NOT THE PRIMARY CARETAKER FOR THE CHILDREN AND THUS EASILY FRUSTRATED AND DRIVING TO DRINKING issues with him having the kids the entire summer. That is just wrong. Is he just wanting them to be a jerk to you? That seems like the most obvious explanation to me, but not sure.Glad you had a good Christmas and so sorry Dick has trained those responses into you – here’s to retraining into emotionally healthy habits!! Have a great week – I think I may blog but wanted to say hi. I miss my blog pals – my real life is taking away from my internet friends. (-:

I’m glad you guys had such a great time!The shirts sound great. I want one. Or many.I get the whole “being trained” thing. My sister and my mom look at my husband like he’s gonna jump up and attack them because he talks really really loudly. Growing up, if my stepdad got loud, bad things were on the way. Steven is just loud. I tell him all the time he’s got “voice immodulation disorder” lol. Anyway, my sister and mom will look at me like, “uh oh” and I’m like, it’s fine! He’s just talking!